When ...

When everything falls into place and you wonder, what next? ... That's the stage she is in ; wondering WHAT NEXT!

There comes a time when whatever you have been has come to fruition and you upto your neck done with it and the monotony of daily routine becomes overwhelming , and you wonder what next?

What is it that needs to be tackled?
Do I need to take the plunge and start afresh?
Is the fight worth it?
Should I start a new venture?
We need that self affirmation to believe in ourselves to dive into a new adventure?
Is the adventure worth the time, peace of mind and money?

And, the heart the silly old romantic fool says YES ... Go ahead, you have nothing to lose ... Just jump in and start a new game of life and wonder.

The shrewd mind on the other hand says , play it safe honey; you ain't getting young ... Give yourself a break and go fulfill your Bucket list.

She wonders ... will I be able to adjust to a new routine of nothingness after so many fulfilling years?

When it comes to decisions these dilemmas make you weak ... but what the heck, life is all about taking risks and she is ready for yet another adventure ...

An adventure that will test her wits and patience ... Her endurance and belief will be tested ... Hope she comes out victorious ... Her belief in her strengths intact.

Losing her at words ...

Words entice her...
Words seduce her ...
Your words turned her reclusive world upside down ...
Your words killed the love that had germinated.

Simple words that can make or break a woman ...
You made her and  you broke her infinitely.

She enters her cocoon again ...
With a promise ...
This time even words can't beseech her.


From me she became Us ...
Only to become I again.

You lost her at your words ...
She lost you at hers.

The Temporary Relationship ...

A few interactions I find interesting to share- a series of short conversations.

Him and her .
Reading books , warm sunlight , green grass .

She -: i should warn you -I can't handle anger well.
He - thoughtfully " I don't see you very angry , usually"
She - no, your anger . I don't like it at all. Don't be angry with me .

He - thinking deeply again .." But that would be unnatural for me .. I would not be myself if I am hiding things from you .."

She - thinking - well that is true . And honest .

" but still , give me a warning ..something like I am sorry I am feeling mad ..can I talk to you about this .."

He laughs . "I can try . But I don't know if it will work always "

She - " you know I am not known for staying too long in one place if I am unhappy ..I find options .."

He , now seriously looking at her - " options ? "

She - " yes , I don't recommend to anyone to stay in a situation they hate . They should either accept or move .. Shouldn't complain .."

He -: you don't have any options .

Oh ?

She - now feeling truly mad - "of course I do . Everyone has options ."

He -" do you know anyone handsomer than me ?"

She marveling at his confidence -:"a few names come to mind , but yes I think right now I see you to be the best."

She is trying not to smile . Too much confidence for a bald man .

He does not seem to notice the emphasis on 'right now'

He rolls over - do you know anyone who is as intelligent as I am ?

She looks at him seriously but the twinkle in the eye is brighter , harder to hide .

"Again a few names do come to mind , but yes you are the most intelligent man I see right now ."

He , looks directly at her - no sign on his face of any humor .

"Do you know any one who loves you more ?"

No names came to mind .

She chooses to not answer .

Another postponement of that breakup . May be another day .

It's a temporary relationship anyway . Just one lifetime .

Both return to their respective chapters of fiction and facts .

Words just flow...

There are days ...
When she struggles to find words to pen ...
There are days when she is lost for words ...
But,
There are days like today ...
When an inspired work inspires her ...
And, words flow like a stream ...
And she disseminates in a World of letters ...
Plucking nouns, verbs , adjectives, adverbs and what not ...
To spin a web so strong ...
One that can take her weight ...
And swing her about ...
Lulling her to sleep.

A sweet lullaby ...
Words of her own ...
Words stolen ...
Standard words ...
Abstract concepts ...
Structured unstructured sentences ...
Making a meaning or none at all ...
They just flow ...
She just types ...
Happy and content ...
Her sanity intact.

Words just flow ...
Like wine poured into clinking glasses ...
Be it Martini or tequila ...
Her Vodka has arrived.

The Anteater and the Librarian ...

Books spread all over...
The once prim Library ...
The haven of knowledge ...
Makes the keeper wonder ...
What must have happened ?
What transpired overnight ...
That strewn around are her treasures ?

She walks into a mound of books ...
No not torn or destroyed ...
She hears the rustle of pages ...
The antique fan whirring above ...
Was it the cause for the pages turning over?

A movement behind the mountain of books in a corner ...
What could that shadow falling upon the carpet be of?

An element of apprehension ...
With bated breath she moves forth ...
It couldn't be ...
She couldn't believe her eyes ...
Lying amongst the fallen books ...
Was an Anteater ...
Reading a book animatedly ...
Enjoying the words spilling out ...
Tail swishing around making books fly around ...
Engrossed deeply in the literature.

An age when people forgot all about the written  words ...
A digital age ...
There was an animal gaining knowledge ...
Loading into its grey matter...
Words long forgotten.

Human race may become defunct ...
but, long live the creatures of the wild ...
they have taken the onus upon themselves ...
To carry the legacy forth.

Visitors to the Library feel ...
The Librarian has gone bonkers ...
For they see no books strewn on the floor ...
The siren sounds shrill ...
The Librarian on her way to an asylum ...
For the mentally deranged ...
They say the words in the books ...
Took over her ...
She forgot everything else ...
The words were her World ...
And, they took her away from it.

Sweating it out ...

Why?
Why do we get affected by trivial issues?
Why do we sweat t out ...
Wondering what the World ...
And it's self created society thinks...
About us and our actions?

To hell with rules ...
Rules that make you crib, cry and nag ...
Antagonize and be apprehensive...
Rules that never let you think freely ...
Rules that get you all messed up and sad...
To hell with thoughts ...
That make you worry , what if...
Sweating it out ...
It ain't for the faint hearted to live like a bird ...
Free willed and flying high ...
If you are always thinking ...
What is the society going to say?

To hell with the society ...
The society doesn't feed me ...
Nor does it clothe me ...
The society doesn't pay my bills ...
The society doesn't wipe my tears ...
Sweating it our, thinking about the society ...
No, not for me.

Just because ...

Living in solitude ...
Just because ...
She hasn't found a soul ...
Compatible at her mental level ...
Not a person ...
With whom she can ...
Discuss anything and everything under the sky...
No, no gossip ...
Strong intellect is what she seeks ...
All one finds these days is ...
Corrupt bogus minds...
Interested in their own selfish adornments.

She seeks inner solace ....
By reading up every topic ...
On Science and technology ...
Brain research and Genetics her forte'...
She enacts conversations in her mind ...
Deep thoughtful discussions with Ghosts ...
Created by her ....
Intelligent beings ...
At times it seems she is talking to herself ...
But little do they know...
She speaks to the people she has created  ...
For no living being can match ...
The speed of her thoughts and logic.

To the rest of the world...
It may seem she has gone bonkers ...
But, happy and content is the woman ...
That thinks eons ahead ...
Of the rest of others.

There is so much to explore in space ...
No telescope or spacecraft can go there ...
But, the speed of thoughts can ...'
They take her where no man or craft has gone before ...
The entities they speak to her.

A healthy discussion of ...
What becomes of Earth ?
What becomes of Mankind?
What about relations?
What about feelings?
There is no two ways about it ...
Pros and cons discussed ...
Conclusions drawn and redrawn ...
Even twenty four hours ain't enough.

They say she is lost ...
But, she wanders in space ...
A space she created with her thoughts ...
A space where she converses with like minded people ...
Ghosts for the rest of the mankind ...
But, friends that never let her down...
People who never leave her alone ...
Entities that give her company.

Just because, sh is lost in her thoughts ...
All isn't lost to her ...
She is but a player ...
Wordplay her forte'...
Mind games her exercise ...
Concocting situations ...
For enacting on the stage of life.

The smile becoming her ...
Spring in her gait ...
She moves forth ...
To yet conquer another day ...
Amongst the living ghosts ...
Known as humans.

Just because ...
She has to live another day.

A strong woman never cries ...

The expressions stoic ...
Even if deep within one may be crying ...
A smile for the World to see ...
So much buried deep ...
For the tears are not to be exposed ...
A strong woman never cries ...
Whatever be the level of pain ...
Her aches are not to be exposed ...
A deep breath inhaled ...
A sparkle in the eyes ...
Stifling the tears ...
The aches well covered ...
The bruises hidden ...
The strong woman moves on.

She has no right to cry ...
The wail of pain within ...
A heartache ...
Muffled screams ...
She the strong one moves on.

A strong woman never cries ...
She smiles despite all the travails ...
She journeys through life ...
With a sparkle in her eyes.